In the monitor room, the dog owner was watching the drum can kick, while also browsing the internet and asking the audience how it would react.
"The president pickled in formalin, he put a battle creature in a place where the camera can't be installed."
"Junko Yukioka was putting up a video."
"Isn't it another Snow Oka selfie or something?
"Instead, Makoto Aizawa is the poison gas? That's about it and he was down... Besides, is there room for that kind of preparation on the Yukooka side? If there was, the President's side pickled it in formalin wouldn't notice and leave it alone?
It's more natural to think of it as a formalin-pickled presidential trick.
"Whatever that shit is going to do, what-what?"
"This is why I chose a wide area in the mountains with lots of zones where cameras don't move, even though I always do it indoors"
"Other than Battle Creature, there seems to be a trap."
"It may be suspicious to open or close an unnatural door just now. I opened it eventually. '
"Tsukasa, how long are you going to let such a ridiculously bad organization go wild? It's too much on any back street, and the police are seriously incompetent. '
'If any other organization did the same thing in the back street, you'd be under fast arrest. Only Hol will be arrested because he has the asylum of a senior citizen. Just like the murder club, it's a privileged class. "
"Somebody seriously wants this organization to crush. I'm counting on Snow Oka."
"Otherwise, I wish for B." You crush it. I'm here for you, W. '
"Even Snow Oka has always been relative to this organization, but he says it hasn't been crushed in the end. There's a possibility of a prowl."
"Uh-oh, wow. It's on fire. There are a lot of people who usually hate the President pickled in formalin, so all this time here, you're getting beat up with great momentum. The police are awesome about this organization too - I hate it, so the police beat it together. Right. Ha ha."
Watch how the internet reacts and the dog owner laughs with pleasure.
In the backstreet organization, the formalin-pickled president, who has a thick connection to the powerful, had teething thoughts without being able to help, despite repeated rather unrestrained and brutal murders to make it a business. As you can see in the writing, if other residents of the back street are going to commit a crime against a formalin-pickled president, we need you immediately. For this reason, it is an organization that is also hated from the same back street.
If the pipe with power weakens, the police can expect to come and crush the formalin-pickled president at all costs, and it's no surprise that police officials beat him with anonymous bulletin boards as much as they do from day to day.
"You call this organization or something else behaving. This is the organization you created, isn't it?
Incense unwittingly pokes at dog breeders who laugh as if they were other personnel. Honestly, I don't feel like blaming you because I don't have a sense of belonging to the organization.
"It's not like you're completely inconsiderate. It was fun at first. I'm so tired of being alienated."
I also thought at first that it would be good for what I did to be raised by the hands of others. But when I saw the early executives, who were becoming possessed by the expansion and profits of the organization, it cooled rapidly. It was an organization I started with a hobby, but I was a dog breeder who found myself unsuitable for my personality, both as a merchant and as a manager.
"Mr. Sakuma used to talk about the boss. He seems to be intoxicated by the boss, and he often says he wants me to come back"
"Right. But I don't like him."
Even the fragrance of a gruesome character stunned at the words of a dog owner without too much body or lid.
"Do you want me to show you my face for a second? I haven't heard from him since before."
"Is that a tundelle"
"In this case, Derek's part has a big nuance that you can't get along with."
The dog breeder's words were lies. The dog owner had a solid prospect and was trying to make contact with the Sakuma bear.
Shortly after Junko released the captured children, Masami used Kaswip to make contact with all the ghosts.
"I don't usually have a big difference in power between this game, the kid and the ghost, but this time he's so much stronger, and that's pretty much putting him at a disadvantage. I've never seen anything like it. It's a novel development, but I think we should do something about it because we're going to lose like this."
Without making a very fruitful statement instead of a regular one, some people thought when they heard Masami's words, but they would not put them in their mouths. This is still the most reliable fighter in the war.
"They're mostly acting in multiple ways, and they're acting in two groups without getting there or leaving, in a pattern of pinching or something, and the ghost side is unilaterally killed"
"Until now, neither the child nor the ghost had been a U.N. crowd, nor had there been any horizontal collaboration, so there was no difference so far. This time, however, the child's side was originally able to work together, and only this time, the use of the Internet and mobile phones was also banned. Even if this subtracts the fighting power, it's only natural that the child has a minute."
As with Masami, players who seem to have experienced this game several times point it out.
"So, I'm a woman, let me tell you something? This one doesn't arrive in multiple groups, doesn't move away, doesn't work together when fighting? I don't accept opinions like that about the monkey imitation over there."
'No, nobody thinks it's dull or anything, it...'
'Do you have an idea of exactly how we're going to work together?
"Oh, I have to think about that, too? Hit this, the way you say it all follows the laws that play a troublesome role?
'I'm not...'
"But I'm the one who mentioned it, so think about it. Wait a minute. Guys who let girls use their heads suck, and it gets to their heads."
While complaining, Masami began to work out the operation.
The six Yudas were walking around looking for ghosts while walking as far as possible where the camera was equipped, but for the last twenty minutes, they haven't encountered them at all.
"I can't see the ghost anymore."
Akiichi shrugs.
"So far, this is the advantage. Even though the number of ghosts has decreased considerably, the number of children has not decreased significantly."
So they're up to something, too?
Kenichi perceives what Ryujiro is trying to say.
"Yeah, this must be the real deal."
Ryujiro said with a pleasant smile.
"As soon as we're sure what kind of hands ghosts are going to use, we'll have to communicate them to everyone, so we'd better decide on a role to contact them so they don't be exhausted."
"Hey."
Takuma opinionated, Ryujiro nodded.
"Whoa, Takuma said something rare and constructive"
"It's not unusual."
Takuma smiles at the tearing bastard.
"But Mr. Takuma is right. It's better to decide who's going to communicate first than to do things like fight, chase or escape."
"Not just us, but the whole murder club. Let's turn this around."
Yu and sharp ichi say and communicate quickly.
"Makoto, are you okay?
When Junko returned to the place where he left the truth, the truth had already risen and waited for Junko's return.
"I feel a little bad, but I can move"
"Here comes a warning and a suggestion from Yu and the others. It looks like the ghost side is up to something, so I want you to count it in, and as soon as you know what they're after, you get a desk to report it to everyone."
Projecting the display into the air and peeking, Junko said. True as well, open and check the display on your fingertip phone.
"I'm not in the mood. You're the one."
Junko decides, True snorts. I don't like the way it smells, but I'll keep my mouth shut here.
"If there's no movement on the ghost side right now, let's move as close to the villa as we can."
Junko himself becomes just another move back to the villa.
"To suppress the ghost reporter or defeat the can."
"That sort of thing. I don't know what you're up to, but even the immobile part of the rules of the game, you just have to hold it down."
Junko naturally also thought of the possibility that the enemy would take a tactic of war that would take a faithful and rational decision backwards on its fundamentals, but he probably wouldn't set such a thing up. No, I thought I didn't have that kind of spare time.